The wonders of parental control...
Some years ago, when a much younger me, I went out with a girl. I was 16, she was 19. I even painted her name on the scratchplate on my guitar (aaaah...)But. She had had a very strict upbringing, still lived with her parents, who were religious mentalists. Punishment psalmings, hitting with belts for minor "sins", all the usual catholic fun. Forced to kneel on stones in the garden for 3 hours, praying. Not allowed out at all sorts of times, and when she was a child, and was scared of the dark, confined to part of the house with all the windows covered and forced to go around by candlelight, even in the daytime. This made her tastes, erm, interesting, to say the least. As the 2nd girl to ever let me touch her on the mimsy, she was an eye-opener. Rough sex. ok. Dirty talk. Ok. Tying up and belting. Er, ok. Self harm and burning. Not too cool with, but hey. Forcing me to masturbate over family pictures of her slightly younger sister. Not too happy at all with. Weird roleplay, as in she is her mother, I am the one raping her, calling her a whore etc. No. Freaked me out, drew the line at, stopped seeing her over this sort of request and stranger ones. I mean, really. Few years later, I have a drummer friend who I discover went out with her for a bit not long after me. Got to talking and asked if she was still a bit, you know, 'lively' in the bedroom. Yes, and much worse. Violent stuff, extreme pain and humilitaion, enough to put him off after a couple of months. I heard years later she had got married and settled down, so fuck knows what the husband was like...Oh, well.
(jameslib, Sun 11 Mar 2007, 11:34, Reply)